The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-02-11
L THE THIRD.

Ah-grrr-krrr-gnooch! BY Jove,
how I must have been snoring! I new
er felt so little like getting up in my
life, though the sun is pouring in at the
window, and the whistle of the part
ridge from the hillside like a
morning matin:
Tho breezy call of demonstrating morn.
The swallow twittering from the straw-built
shed.
I'm glad l came to Scotland-glad
we left the beaten track of tourists and
took up our quarters at this Highland
hostelry. I don't think l ever enjoyed
rambling through woods, and picking
ferns, or sketching hill-tops, half so
much, even on the banks of the old Sus-
q~uehana-my benson OF her broad bos-
ON!
I'm sure there must be something
about these Highland braes that nourish-
es rhyme, romance and all that sort of
thing, for q fellow seems to drop into
poetry as naturally as Mr.. Silas Wegg.
LAUREL beg pardon, Miss Laurel
my study in Gray-says she knows | am
of a poetic temperament, and am so
foolish as to go hammering up verses to
prove it! All, WE'LL When it is happi-
ness to be foolish, it's foolishness not to
be happy!
Seems to me I've heard some quota
ton like that, emily briefer. Heigho!
Yesterday was a red-letter day in my
existence. To be sole guide, assistance,
counselor and protector of the dearest
girl in the world for 9 whole day of
rambling through forest and glen, is
what I call a blessed privilege! We
explored Ben Voirlich-all the noun
tains in this country seem to be af-
flicted with Christian name OF Benia-
m~in-spoke our little piece over Mo-
mans Rill, and ate u luncheon in
Lone Glenarty's hazel shade" /
think / must have spouted q whole
canto of "The Lady of the Lake" at
different times, and how spirited she
was over the defiant stag-how her
beautiful eyes fill up at the death of "my
gallant gray"
Wei, it's a blessing / know Scott by
heartl 1t is precious little else / know
besides poetry and novels, but she de-
fers to me as if / were an emporium of
information. Said she:
"Mr. Olden, you seem to feel poetry,
while other people, just say it. You
give it a ring of reality that is more af-
fecting than finished defamation"
Tt must be because you are my
auditor then. Generally / regard poet
ry as q combination of Enthusiastically ele-
waited words and ideas-a hyperbolical
expression of ultra-human sentiments in
tra-human language. With you for
q listener, it seems almost appropriate,
SO high a rank do / give you"
She (archly)-"I wonder if / have
anything to do with the feelings which
prompt you to wind up an impassioned
poem with some absurd parody or bur
lesque."
I-"Oh, that is done for the purpose
of taking the edge eff what you might
otherwise consider sentimentality-an6
partly to convince myself that / am not
growing sentimental in reality"
Shells sentiment such a crime In
your eyes?"
Mot o crime, but q source for ridi
Guile. Promise me not to laugh--not Il
think me absurd-and I'll play at 70
nance like the veriest lover of them all
I have q mighty leaning to itp
She-"Some day you'll play at it II
earnest, and be the 'verlest lover o.
them all, or / am no phrophetess."
I-'Methinks the day has come-ths
hour and the womanl Can you not SEE
that since / have known you-sinc,
that happy day in Venice"
She (naively)-"When you returned
my book?"
I-"Ahl You did get the book
Then it has told you that from the frs
have set up your picture in my heart
and fallen down before t."
She-"sAIl on O Summers day
Are you not getting dangerously nea
the brink, Mr.. Olden-of the lake.
mean? You might wet your feet"
I--"Do ron think 7 say this IN q veil
which justiAes fippant interruptions
Miss Grayg"
She-"Do You think / treat you in
way which justifies hippant gallantry
Mr.. Olden?"
You wrong me when you treat q
gallantry the homage OF a man
She-Is quite as serious rs he usu
ally permits himself to be, or as be he
been during any summer vacation 70
the past falf q dozen years. VIII
parodies Rosalind and says. Come, IL
VOC thee. for I'm In . holiday humol